this hangover is getting the best of me. but it was a grand evening. i suppose.
the mirrors in the room go black and blue. on a sunday morning in her saturday shoes. we don't choose who we love. we don't choose. cold roses.
the mirrors in the room go black and blue. on a sunday morning in her saturday shoes. we don't choose who we love. we don't choose. cold roses.
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liz_marie1222:
what is?
vixen:
Ooo... hangovers suck! Feel better soon! 